All this while, blessed by God
I lived a life, not too old
But troubled breaths of silent trees
Makes me pray one more please.
In swing of time, my childhood sits
One sown at dawn and tied to twigs
They fear the fall that soon arrives
Brings wind of change that swings too high.
So give them strength, oh God of Skies
To plunge their roots, deep in disguise
Unnoticed they go, I pray and pray
To keep them safe for one more day.
- Rati
